I am getting ready for the spring season by creating a series of humming bird feeders.
From the ground to the top of the hook this piece is just less than 4 feet tall. 
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Monthly Archives: October 2012
Over the Mountains
Almost every week I make a three hour drive over the mountains. My youngest offspring made me a flash drive to listen to filled with driving music. It’s an eclectic collection to help keep me awake on the drive.
A couple songs just make me want to dance. So I decided to pull over, crank the volume and dance. What better way to take a break and stretch ones legs. So there I was on the side of the road grooving to the tunes when a State trooper pulled over to see if I was okay and asked if I needed any help. I told him I could use a dance partner.
Always Something New
Welcome to my life! This is where I post notes and thoughts on my personal experiences. Grammar and spelling Nazi’s beware! I seldom edit my thoughts. For older posts: http://cynthia-freese.blogspot.com/
Grandmother Twila
I am often asked the question “When did you become an artist? Thinking back I remember sitting the yard with my Grandmother Twila making daisy chains crowns for my baby sister. I must have been 3 or -4 four years old.
I have never considered myself a traditional person and yes, this really is the obituary I wrote for my dad.
Who in the Hell was King Palmer? Friend, joker,inventor,entrepreneur,father,lover, spouse,brother, grandfather,protector,and provider.Born in Tacoma,Washington on January 3, 1944.
King believed in living life, working hard but most importantly taking time to have fun. King wanted to remind us all that when we get to the pearly gates we will be asked by our maker if we have enjoyed the life we were given. He said his reply would be YES! On October 23, 2009 King did his last wheelie all the way to heaven.
(I am sure he enjoyed not having to wear a helmet on his last ride!)
Wind Kisses
As a small child I used to talk to my grandparents on the telephone before going to bed. Before saying good bye my grandfather would tell me he was blowing me a kiss . I remember him asking ,” Can the phone cord reach the back porch? I replied,” yes”. He said,” that is wonderful. Now go stand on the porch and tell me when you are ready!” ‘Once on the porch he would say,” okay I am blowing you a kiss let me know when you get it. ” Sometimes it would be seconds , other times minutes and sometimes I would giggle and tell him he missed me!
45 years later when I feel the wind on my face I think of someone blowing me a kiss. If I stop to pay close attention I swear I am catching some of those kisses I missed so many years ago.
Sundance finally joins the flock!
You are invited!
Union Arts Coop “Sexy Parts”
Come on out and see some Sexy Parts! For more information about this event just click the pretty picture!
